Living passively

April 28, 2018

My life. My life?

I sit in class staring at the wall.

The teacher spewing "knowledge"

I am lost. Lost in my thoughts until I realize I have not been thinking.

Lost in the vast nothingness that is contained within me.

I sit I observe. Life happens to me. I watch silently.

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